The day wears down its hours
the shadows lengthen now
the sounds of laughter ebbing
as mothers hush their kids
Have my frail hands been useful
have my feet trod firm paths
has my worn heart remembered
dear people from the past
Have I sent loving prayers
to friend and foe alike
or have I wasted moments
so precious and so few?
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A poignant, questioning piece, thought-provoking! !